I live in the city with no particular view. There are a few trees between us and the street, although today the nicest one, our Japanese maple, is adorned only with raindrops. In winter the most exciting thing is an Anna’s hummingbird buzzing in for a snack.
In the summer and fall it is a bit prettier:
My standards are pretty high. Here are two views from my dad’s front porch (I’m over there once or twice a week, so it kind of counts.